Didn’t have time to shower and change, so I’m attending an HCV talk in my running gear like a boss.
Bake ginger cookies for lab.
Whole lab loves you.
RED BEANS AND RICE!
And Misfits (not pictured).
Ugh! I really want this satchel, but it’s made of leather. I mean…it’d be second-hand, but still.
Things that are not the same.
And when I say things, I mean the narratives implied by each image.
This approach is a basic component of the drug addiction genetics project I’m working on right now, only I work with extant humans.
Definitely worth a view if you’re interested in human origins.
In Memory of Common Sense →
Rape isn’t what happens when a man gets a little hot in the pants after seeing some cleavage. Rape isn’t a response to the sight of a woman’s bare shoulders in a tube top on a warm day. Rape isn’t a risk a woman should run if she flirts with someone at a bar and dares to go home alone rather than with him. Rape is not sex. It’s a crime founded on power, violence and control, and a man who will rape a woman will rape regardless of what she does, where she is, or what she has on. Women in hijab and burqas get raped, too. That is common sense.
Read the relevant VSB post here. As one might imagine, it and the subsequent apologetic edits are utter bullshit.
Well, I had planned on reading some stem cell articles tonight, but I feel as though my plans may change.
Text reads:
The cult horror classic starring Bette Davis and Joan Crawford gets a campy remake featuring a cast of drag superstars. Matthew Martin steps into the shoes of deliciously demented Jane — a washed-up child star — while J. Conrad Frank plays her suffering sister, Blanche. When a car accident leaves Blanche partially paralyzed, Jane’s long-simmering jealousy over Blanche’s Hollywood success transforms into sadistic abuse.
(Source: zomgblog)
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=i5nlxjcmZTU
Also!
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Ot9PSqe6bJY
I usually don’t post about the weather, but…
…it is damn near SIXTY degrees in New York on this day, the twenty-seventh day of January, in the year two thousand twelve of the Common Era.
I am not complaining.
Not at all.
